Front Porch Spotlight
Lunch break, Monday. No one has a case of the Mondays anymore after this morning. Very high energy, and it flew by at an alarming rate. I like mornings like that. We're only working until 4, then Im hoping Ill be motivated enough to hit the gym rather than just nap. According to the National Weather Service the next two days are supposed to be pushing 90 degrees. Im psyched. Unfortunately we have a 13 hour work day tommorow. Ill have to make some time to lay out in the sun and heat.
Turned in rather early last night, which was nice, if rare. Assasin continues. The game is down to five people. Marc has been stalking around the building like its his job. Last night he sat up waiting for Lauren for an hour with a belt wrapped around his head and his pockets stuffed with rolled socks. It was hilarious. We also had a huge water fight last night. Debbie and Alex purchased their own water guns to counter those Shawn and Kene had aquired earlier in the week. The rest of us followed them downstairs to witness what was to come. Water was flying everywhere. In the end, Debbie and Alex both ended up getting tossed into running showers on various floors of the building by the guys. Hilarious.
I kind of wish I had been able to make my way home this weekend. The Allan brothers collective graduation party was yesterday. I was able to speak with a lot of people from home. Mike Frank, Jamey, Matt, Robyn, Mike, Jim, Matt Egg, etc. Everyone seems well. Most seem to be doing the same thing they always have, at least from afar. Everyone back in town for the summer. Hanging around outside at each others houses. I rememeber so many of those nights, its hard to believe that even though its been years since then for me, its still going on. Just as it always has. Someone told me that despite their absence for a few years it seems to them that no one has really changed. That got me thinking, has anyone really? At first glance, if I were to walk into the party last night, maybe everyone would say the same thing about me. Oh, shes just the same. But, to those that know me, they know that is completely opposite from the truth. I think it depends on how well you knew a person. I may not notice the difference in those I was not closest with, and vice versa. Those that I have been able to, or been struggling to, stay close to have commented on the extreme difference in me. I wonder where I fit in that scene now.
High school. Same crowd of people, we all knew each others brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, boyfriends and girlfriends. Everyone hung out together all the time. Parties, events, compeitions or not. Groups graduating, coming back. Getting tossed in the pool in the summer, sleep overs, chicken fights, frisbee games. I remember when just laying in the grass watching the sun set in someones yard was enough for all of us. We never got bored, we never complained, ech others company was enough. Maybe our lives were more sheltered then. I wonder if Ive had half the effect on their lives as those days and nights spent with them did on mine. Whether its footprints, or thumbprints, I hope I dont just scratch the surface, and I hope any effect I had was a positive one. I cant wait to get home again soon. I want to be there with them. Im sure even if they dont seem it everyone is different. I guess thats just what comes from growing up and moving on.
Of course, there are those who have a great effect than others. Its funny how you have to fight to keep the people who once were the defining points in your life. Its strange the different ways I can look back and see where people in my past helped direct my future. We were discussing how we ended up choosing our majors yesterday. It struck me as funny that when I thought back the most unlikely face came to mind. Such a large effect from possibly such a passing thing. Our emotional educations are so much taken from each other in that particular group. First relationships, first experiences with tragedies, first experience with having friends move away. How is all supposed to end? What about you and I? The expected end is never what actually happens.
Well its a positively gorgeous afternoon, so I must away. Ive already gotten a ton done today. I might go join the girls out in the Fens to enjoy the sunshine. Have a good one!
*Our friends on the front porch telling jokes and they swing swiftly towards happier times. Expending lines and finding more energy in the effort and getting distance from that front porch spotlight. But us we found peace in the shadows long enough to see the monsters rise. Candys got some space to fill in her daydreams. Living high on yesterdays lie. Talking to me about some 0% interest and how she got a better deal than the next guy. And the way the lightening shocked us when we were lost and we were looking down that long Missouri highway. Your hair was longer then and now I remember. Oh the roads unencumbered by cats, theyre burning like wet matches through my miracle mile mind. You left your thumbprint inside me now for months it seems, but mine only brushes your soft surface and somehow it leaves me listless. My tongue curls under my lips, oh yes. So I cant speak to tell you of the months before I met you and the way the truth it locked us. Right about the time after the lightening shocked us. When we were young and missing round that small New England byway. Our lives they were sheltered then and now I remember. Well its not even being about that anymore. I gotta get you down. Those tiny fragments of perfection they please me in a time unchanged. When its not the same beginning or a long awaited end. If I knew all the world I would write myself out of here. If I was all the colors I would paint you pretty in gold. In a picture so Im told little sister. So now Im sold little sister. Why dont you tell me about the sunsets in Sweden, and the laws of Eden, and how you were the rock of Gibraltar, and how they called you foxy. Well thats another whole box of Pandoras. Thats anouther whole box of them ties. Slide your foot off the gas before we crash right into the median. It seperates our house from the middle of the street. Talking about our house. We all need to find a little space in our daydreams. Long enough, and just so long. Its long enough for me, long enough for me to chew on. And if it isnt, if it aint, if it dont, if it cant, then it wont. And thats just the way that it goes.*
Lesson(s) of the Day:
-Im swinging swiftly toward happier times.
-I miss everyone and everything from home and how it used to be.
-Nothing ends as expected, and its not over yet.
-Living high on yesterdays lies.
-Everyone changes whether you notice it or not.
-True friends are always there, whether you see them or not.
-Home is just another place full of those ties.
When its not the same beginning
or a long awaited end.
Turned in rather early last night, which was nice, if rare. Assasin continues. The game is down to five people. Marc has been stalking around the building like its his job. Last night he sat up waiting for Lauren for an hour with a belt wrapped around his head and his pockets stuffed with rolled socks. It was hilarious. We also had a huge water fight last night. Debbie and Alex purchased their own water guns to counter those Shawn and Kene had aquired earlier in the week. The rest of us followed them downstairs to witness what was to come. Water was flying everywhere. In the end, Debbie and Alex both ended up getting tossed into running showers on various floors of the building by the guys. Hilarious.
I kind of wish I had been able to make my way home this weekend. The Allan brothers collective graduation party was yesterday. I was able to speak with a lot of people from home. Mike Frank, Jamey, Matt, Robyn, Mike, Jim, Matt Egg, etc. Everyone seems well. Most seem to be doing the same thing they always have, at least from afar. Everyone back in town for the summer. Hanging around outside at each others houses. I rememeber so many of those nights, its hard to believe that even though its been years since then for me, its still going on. Just as it always has. Someone told me that despite their absence for a few years it seems to them that no one has really changed. That got me thinking, has anyone really? At first glance, if I were to walk into the party last night, maybe everyone would say the same thing about me. Oh, shes just the same. But, to those that know me, they know that is completely opposite from the truth. I think it depends on how well you knew a person. I may not notice the difference in those I was not closest with, and vice versa. Those that I have been able to, or been struggling to, stay close to have commented on the extreme difference in me. I wonder where I fit in that scene now.
High school. Same crowd of people, we all knew each others brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, boyfriends and girlfriends. Everyone hung out together all the time. Parties, events, compeitions or not. Groups graduating, coming back. Getting tossed in the pool in the summer, sleep overs, chicken fights, frisbee games. I remember when just laying in the grass watching the sun set in someones yard was enough for all of us. We never got bored, we never complained, ech others company was enough. Maybe our lives were more sheltered then. I wonder if Ive had half the effect on their lives as those days and nights spent with them did on mine. Whether its footprints, or thumbprints, I hope I dont just scratch the surface, and I hope any effect I had was a positive one. I cant wait to get home again soon. I want to be there with them. Im sure even if they dont seem it everyone is different. I guess thats just what comes from growing up and moving on.
Of course, there are those who have a great effect than others. Its funny how you have to fight to keep the people who once were the defining points in your life. Its strange the different ways I can look back and see where people in my past helped direct my future. We were discussing how we ended up choosing our majors yesterday. It struck me as funny that when I thought back the most unlikely face came to mind. Such a large effect from possibly such a passing thing. Our emotional educations are so much taken from each other in that particular group. First relationships, first experiences with tragedies, first experience with having friends move away. How is all supposed to end? What about you and I? The expected end is never what actually happens.
Well its a positively gorgeous afternoon, so I must away. Ive already gotten a ton done today. I might go join the girls out in the Fens to enjoy the sunshine. Have a good one!
*Our friends on the front porch telling jokes and they swing swiftly towards happier times. Expending lines and finding more energy in the effort and getting distance from that front porch spotlight. But us we found peace in the shadows long enough to see the monsters rise. Candys got some space to fill in her daydreams. Living high on yesterdays lie. Talking to me about some 0% interest and how she got a better deal than the next guy. And the way the lightening shocked us when we were lost and we were looking down that long Missouri highway. Your hair was longer then and now I remember. Oh the roads unencumbered by cats, theyre burning like wet matches through my miracle mile mind. You left your thumbprint inside me now for months it seems, but mine only brushes your soft surface and somehow it leaves me listless. My tongue curls under my lips, oh yes. So I cant speak to tell you of the months before I met you and the way the truth it locked us. Right about the time after the lightening shocked us. When we were young and missing round that small New England byway. Our lives they were sheltered then and now I remember. Well its not even being about that anymore. I gotta get you down. Those tiny fragments of perfection they please me in a time unchanged. When its not the same beginning or a long awaited end. If I knew all the world I would write myself out of here. If I was all the colors I would paint you pretty in gold. In a picture so Im told little sister. So now Im sold little sister. Why dont you tell me about the sunsets in Sweden, and the laws of Eden, and how you were the rock of Gibraltar, and how they called you foxy. Well thats another whole box of Pandoras. Thats anouther whole box of them ties. Slide your foot off the gas before we crash right into the median. It seperates our house from the middle of the street. Talking about our house. We all need to find a little space in our daydreams. Long enough, and just so long. Its long enough for me, long enough for me to chew on. And if it isnt, if it aint, if it dont, if it cant, then it wont. And thats just the way that it goes.*
Lesson(s) of the Day:
-Im swinging swiftly toward happier times.
-I miss everyone and everything from home and how it used to be.
-Nothing ends as expected, and its not over yet.
-Living high on yesterdays lies.
-Everyone changes whether you notice it or not.
-True friends are always there, whether you see them or not.
-Home is just another place full of those ties.
When its not the same beginning
or a long awaited end.